Finding the girl, the one the locals call 'Misfortune', was easy enough. But the moment she fixed her gaze on you, you could tell whatever kind of monster she is, she's well beyond your pay grade. That face...it's unnatural, like a wolf pretending to be a lamb.
"Oh, excusez-moi, I fear I do not know you. Not you, not any catholique."
And then, in a blink, she's standing far closer than before. Examining you.
"Do you have a name, Révérend?"
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1The Cinnabar Witch
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29/04/2025